Angel Academy

Angel Academy (11)

~Emma's Point of View~

I was startled awake as a pillow was thrust towards my head.

"Get up, Princess. Don't wanna be late on your first day," said Ava as she left the dorm room.

I shot out of bed like a ninja and checked the clock. Seven A.M. That means only one hour until first period starts!

Running to the shower, I took a quick one. Merick and Riley seemed to have forgotten to bring my shampoo and conditioner when they were stealing my stuff, so I used Trinity's. It smelled of ocean and cotton. I hustled to dry my hair and brush my teeth.

A feeling of excitement ran through me. I get to wear the uniform now, just like everyone else! Slipping it on, I was so glad it wasn't a hassle to figure out.

I admired myself in the mirror. It was so pretty! Should I wear any makeup? Yes. Scanning the room, I saw dark makeup scattered on Ava's desk. Too goth.

Trinity had some too. Light, soft colors. That will do. I only put on very light mascara, eye shadow and blush.

On my desk was two stacks of texts books. I remembered seeing Trinity carying a lot of them and Ava putting hers away before lunch. Ok, I'll only take the ones for the first four periods, which must have been the stack to the left. River had given me back my schedule, so I pulled it out of my pocket. I had no idea where all the classes were! Panic seeped through me.

Suddenly, I heard a soft knocking at my door. I went to open it.

A very sleepy looking River stood there. I haven't seen him in the school uniform, so he looked a little weird.

"Your taxi is here," he mumbled then yawned. I smiled at him. Grabbing my books, I ran to his side.

"Alright, so your first class is Elemental History. Now remember, that teacher is freaking crazy, so don't get on her bad side. Try to keep your mouth shut too. She hates kids with opinions," mentioned River.

I was shocked to see us stop at the classroom already. Man, that was fast! I looked at River with worried eyes.

"Relax and try to listen to her. I know it's all new material but don't worry, you'll get it soon enough. I'll be back here to take you to the next class. Good luck,"

River turned on his heels and jogged to his class. I sighed and carefully opened the door. I was one of the first kids there. I just stared like an idiot around the room. I was surprised though because all the kids had different appearances; different ethnicities of all around.

It was dark since the blinds were shut so no sun light came through. The room was also cold. I shivered.

"You can sit anywhere," mumbled a voice. I turned to a boy sitting in the back in the corner. He had light green eyes and curly brown hair.

"Thanks," I awkwardly mumbled back. I sat to his right, hoping he wouldn't mind. He kept looking at me with dull fascination.

The rest of the students poured into the classroom, chattering and laughing. I felt so awkwardly out of place. I tried to keep my head down.

Some of the kids stop to stare at me. They whispered to each other. My stomach started doing flips.

The classroom door swung open and the kids went almost completely silent. I was shocked how the room seemed to get even colder.

"Pull out your essays," demanded the teacher. Kids rushed to get them out. No one was chatting and laughing now.

The teacher's dark eyes scanned the room and settled on me. I trembled. She was medium height and slightly plump. Circular glasses sat on her pale face. Pursed thin lips, a bulged nose. Short brown hair. She wore a very long brown skirt and a black blouse. I could tell her sense of style was prude and bland.